SLC workshops day

I'm finally home, after more than 5 weeks since I last did so, and feeling slightly more relaxed now. As compared to my tensed-up self whenever I am in school. This morning I woke up bright and early at 7:30am after only a mere 3 hours of sleep. I proceeded to wash up, then change. And while I was getting dressed and putting on my make-up, I started calling my writers, photographers and my directors. Wake up call - where to find such a 'considerate' head-of-committee like me, huh? Haha. I am quite strict with them, but I think that's just the way that I am. Anyways, it was the Student Leaders Conference Workshop this morning. I would have dozed off, if it weren't that I was playing a fool, writing out story ideas for Tribune and discussing them with Glen, and doing a rough editing of Tsz Hin's article. Haha. It was too early in the morning, and it's really hard to be particularly interested in any of those issues that early in the morning. The only good thing about the workshop was... Hmm. The food? Haha. It wasn't half bad. Well, compared to other catered food that we usually get at such events. Oh yes, sometime during the workshop, the 8flags campus computer store called and said that my laptop is here! Woot! : ) After lunch, we walked back to Hall 4. Damn hot damn hot. I was in my black polo tee and it was OMG damn hot. Yucks. I went back to the room, washed my face, packed up my stuff, and left to go teach tuition at the monster kid's place. Sigh. So many things happened during tuition. I had this pissed off episode with Izhari over the phone, and I kept feeling that he isn't really helping me. Alot of things weren't handed down properly and now that Marcus is hospitalized, I don't know how to handle it. Now there's this huge mess with the printer. I need to sort them out by Monday. So I have to go in from JB early Monday morning, just so that I can be at Pasir Ris by 11am. How gross is that? I know that I need to start having faith in myself and believing that I can do it. I've heard this over and over again, but somehow, I can't help but fear that I will, somehow, screw up and get screwed for it. Thank you for trying to make me feel better anyway. The only thing that keeps me going now is my pigheadedness. I refuse to give up before I try. But it does not mean that I have no fear of failure. I took the bus CW3 from Jurong East just now. It stopped me almost at my doorstep! Haha. Okay, not really. It's about 500m drive from the drop-off point, and Mommy was such a darling to have driven there to pick me up, with my heavy bag and all. Hehe. The bus was really quite comfy and it was express! Haha. 2nd link rocks. I just had dinner. The first real dinner that I've had in ages! 'Dinner' last night was a packet of bak chor mee from Ah Fang at 2:15am, which Tsz Hin bought for me when he went out. Haha. Actually I was sorta dying from hunger before he came back. But I couldn't rush him, right? I miss my friends. I miss friends outside Tribune! Haha. The only people I hang out with these days are from Tribune. Well, don't get me wrong, they're great too, but I want to see my friends from beyond NTU! Haha... I should go and bathe now. So tired... I miss you already.